you should know, that the lines etched upon her wrist weren't intentional, but were impulsive you should know that she couldn't stop herself this time she watched the blood appear and re-appear she didn't know what she was doing to herself she felt secure in this state of mind though as if this were the only choice left it really wasn't now she looks at the scars aka the living proof with regret they look so ugly on her arm, and don't match at all she's stupid she tried to destroy herself the impact itself the monster inside her the monster is her her own worst enemy her own worst critic no pain was possessed she swallowed her tears and slapped on a smile because nobody wants to see you frown